<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, clad in his shimmering armor, stepped out from the shadows. The mighty knight's imposing figure cast a long shadow, filling the space before him with an aura of valor. Frederick's heart beat fast at the sight of the legendary warrior vowing with a firm handshake, "Welcome, young squire. Today marks the onset of your destiny." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> As I dismounted, the cool metal of Thunder's bridle burnished against my palm. The scent of hay and horseflesh filled the air, and Sir Roland's presence added a new layer of anticipation. "Frederick, my name is Sir Roland, and it's time we forge your path as a true knight. Your training will be rigorous, but I've seen the fire in your eyes. It's a rare gift." His voice resonated, instilling a sense of purpose within me. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> My horse nuzzled against me, the connection between us speaking volumes of trust and friendship. Sir Roland met us with a respectful nod, his armor reflecting the soft hues of twilight. "Frederick, this land belongs to those of courage and conviction. It is upon you to honor those bound by this realm. The dedication you demonstrate today will define the tales of yore." In his solemn tone lay the weight of ages, and I knew this was not just about becoming a knight; it was about becoming part of a legacy. </nc-section>